— Lerochka is, as you guessed, Ilya’s wife, Agatha. Come in, look around the apartment—don’t be shy. It’s registered to me. You’ll live here. I stand perfectly still, like furniture, and can’t understand anything. Trying to say something, smiling in confusion: — You’re getting married, and this is the daughter of your future husband? Or is your nephew finally going to get married? The mother-in-law smirks. — Wrong. Lerochka is going to be your husband’s future wife!